It's Eleonor's first time in a place like this. She didn't even know that something like this existed in her hometown, Denver. That's because even getting a little close to there could cause bad rumors about the Evans family. Since her goal is to ruin the reputation built up by both Giovanni and her family, this place is perfect.From the outside, it appears to be a normal establishment, like any other nightclub in the busy downtown. But the truth is that it hides the perversity of its customers behind closed doors. INFINITY is a club for people with the kinkiest tastes, who are looking to preserve their identity with secrecy and masks. However, when Eleonor, Asher, and Lisette enter the place, they realize that the use of masks is optional and that the possibilities are endless.Eleonor has been given a cat mask made of leather straps, the same color as her dress. The mask highlights her green eyes that glow dangerously with curiosity and eagerness for revenge. Inside, the room is mo
A few hours and Jeanne MoDis later, Eleonor was already feeling the drunkenness approaching, making her more cheerful and unimpeded. She's no longer shy, and even her laughter is louder than usual. As Lisette drinks one drink after another, she feels the same way. But Asher's expression is getting stiffer. He definitely doesn't understand what's the purpose of that place, and how people could turn pain, something so familiar to him, into pleasure.When a group of girls in leather lingerie and chain collars climbs onto a round stage, he feels a chill like a bad sign. He looks at Lisette and Eleonor, who are staring in fascination at the sensual movements the girls are making, as well all the other customers. They were wearing so small clothing that it looked like the brothels shows where he was obliged to go in Giovanni's place. In general, he appreciates this. Perhaps he would appreciate it on another occasion, at another place. But the problem is that Eleonor seems really wrapped on
Dom guides Eleonor down a long corridor with several private rooms, beyond the curtain. He says each of these rooms is a dungeon where BDSM practitioners could play. The one they're heading to is like an ordinary room. In a way, this brings greater peace of mind to Eleonor, who never thought she would experience anything so kinky.And just as the man said, the room is simple… except for the sex toys on the table in the center of the room. The lighting is red and bright, and there's a camera positioned in front of the bed. There are different kinds of whips, dildos, and ropes, handcuffs, ball gags… and other things that she has not been able to identify. That… is completely out of her reality! Even though the alcohol has increased her courage, a shiver runs through her body, and she rethinks her attitudes of the last three weeks… realizing that maybe she's making a big mistake again. She could say the safe word before the play even begins, right? She could still back out, right? …But
As she sees him admit that he took a last-minute plane and came to Denver, she suppresses her victorious smile. This means that she's succeeding in her goal of annoying him. However, she didn't expect him to literally stop her like that.She closes her legs tightly, pressing her knees together to relieve some of the tickling she feels between them. She can't give up that easily! How many times has she rehearsed this meet? None of the possible outcomes involved a BDSM club or a whip. Still, she needs to be strong… she's so close to a divorce.“I don't know what you mean by a bad girl, I've just been making up for the lack my absent husband causes me.” Eleonor retorts, and she hears a low chuckle behind her. The whip's strips continue to slowly slide across her skin.“Don't you think it's a problem to submit like that to another man?” Giovanni's voice is serious, intense.“I'm not breaking the FIDELITY clause. This is just… a play.” She swallows hard, and her voice falters, as do her le
In the car, Eleonor is looking out the window, refusing to look directly at Giovanni. He has pushed her into the car that he's driving himself. She didn't even know he was capable of getting into a car without a driver, but he's relaxed, driving the sports car with just one hand, in a silence so intense it could be palpable.Every so often, she feels his eyes on her body. Maybe he's angry because she's wearing a red dress when she refuses to wear it when he asks. Or because she was about to submit to a complete stranger, when she made it clear that she would never submit to her own husband. That should be enough, right? Giovanni is a proud man… he shouldn't accept such behavior, especially when there's a clause about public appearances.She remembers the clause, like a broken record:ㅤ§ PUBLIC POLICY: Ms. Evans is expected to be discreet in her public appearances, acting with decorum and caution. She will use the etiquette required by the Reviello family. When not accompanied by Mr.
The warm water falling on her body makes her chest feel better after her recent encounter with Giovanni. She wants to get rid of these feelings, but they keep coming back to her heart and staying there. Even though she closed her eyes, she still remembers Giovanni and Yolanda's kiss like a broken record. It's been like that every night for the last three weeks. Even in her dreams, these memories haunt her.She gets out of the shower and puts on her bathrobe, as her wet hair drips down her neck and onto her collarbones. After a relaxing bath, she feels better, but only a good sleep will relieve the weight on her shoulders. But when comes out of the bathroom, she finds Giovanni sitting on her bed and feels as if she might fall apart. “What are you doing here?”Giovanni is looking at her pack of cigarettes. “Didn't you know that smoking is bad for your lungs?” He gives a smug smile as he brings one of it to his lips.She crosses her arms, watching as he lights it and takes a deep drag, r
(…) “I want you out of my room because I despise you. The only thing I could possibly feel for you is hate.”Such a terrible liar.Giovanni is in his office, drinking a strong, bitter cup of coffee. He's thinking straight for the first time since he got on the plane and came to Eleonor as if the world were about to end. When did he become so impulsive? He can hardly recognize himself.He knows he shouldn't have spent the night with her, but he needed this. A single time was enough to make him long for her in his arms for the rest of his life. He would probably give anything to make it possible.Giovanni is scratching his unshaven beard when he hears a knock at the door. He doesn't feel any hope in his chest because he knows that Eleonor won't come to find him any soon. When the door opens without waiting for an answer, he knows who it is. He doesn't have to look away from the blue sky and the forest at the back of the property to know that Asher is approaching.“Did you know, Asher? T
The sun rose as expected, and she awoke in her usual empty bed… which brought an inevitable hollowness to her chest. Giovanni had already left the room. She was ashamed to admit it, but it was the first time in those three weeks that she had truly slept well. Giovanni's warmth during the night was really comforting… even better than the first time she had fallen asleep in his arms.She could get used to this feeling. She could snuggle into his chest every night, listening to his breathing become deep when sleep hit him. For a brief moment, she imagined what her life would be like if the paths weren't so twisted and tortuous… if they were different people under normal circumstances.But they're not in different circumstances. They're still the same people, with the same flaws and faults and pains.She refused to eat breakfast at the table, fearing she would run into Giovanni again. So, Francesca prepared eggs with bacon and brought them to her room. But honestly, she doesn't feel much